I had worked in several different bars in my first two years in Spain. The pay wasn't anything to write home about but the perks were what made the job worth doing.
Of course, there was the usual sun and sea and that was great, but the perks I mean, was mainly the free booze, free meals but above all, the constant flow of holidaying guys. Guys with money to spend, take me out for a good time and then when I felt the guy was okay, whatever else that might lead to. All in all, life was pretty damn good.
My present bar was okay, but I knew that the owner was taking advantage of how good I was at my job. Oh yeah, he promoted me to so-called 'bar manager' and he did pay me a bit more, but shit! I had to work my ass off, the bastard was never there, just left it all to me, most of the other staff, well, to be honest, they were worse than useless. Yes, they could pull a beer okay and smile nicely while they did it, but brains? No.
Today I really was feeling down in the dumps. Then in walked this guy, I already knew his name was Mike, he owned a bar a little way out of town. A big bar with a restaurant, swimming pool, the works, I'd seen him here a couple of times with my boss.
"Hola Angie, todo bien contigo hoy?" (Hi Angie, all good with you today?)
I told him I was great, even if I didn't actually feel it. Well you have to, it was habit, but I don't think my face agreed with my words.
"How's the job going, you happy?"
Unusual question, I thought, "I'm a bit pissed off if you must know, haven't seen Carlos for two days, must think I'm stupid or something." Shit! Maybe I shouldn't have said that, silly bitch. "Don't mind me, probably had a few too many last night.
Mike studied me for a minute, then said, "Get us both a drink and fetch them outside to the patio, I'll see you there,"
Armed with two beers, I joined him outside.
He didn't mess about, came right out with it. "How would you like to come and work at my place Ange (my nickname), as my bar manager, with better pay than whatever you get here?"
I knew that Mike had one hell of a reputation. Yes, he was married but to a right moody mare from what I heard. He must have been in his late forties maybe even early fifties, but he was in pretty good shape none-the-less. I'd heard that he worked hard, but above all, he was fair with his staff, paid them well, good tips, and they liked him. The girls said, he always tried it on a bit, but never pushed if he didn't get the right signals in return, and he never tried twice with the same girl. His reputation referred mainly to his keeping a steady number of holiday-makers happy, the female kind of course.
I could deal with that, it was the kind of place I had been waiting for, but never expected to find, then in he walks, and offers it to me. My day suddenly felt much better.
...
Three months later, and the jobs even better than I expected. Mike was a great guy to work for, well, more with, really. The bar really buzzed, especially in the evenings. Entertainment six nights of the week, Karaoke one night, live singers for three, and Mike did a disco the other two, and he was good, the punters loved him. But even more important, I suppose because I was happy, the customers loved me as well.
Along the way, I'd had some fun with two or three great guys. All in all, it was turning out to be a great season.
This afternoon had been steady, not too busy, just a nice pace. The latest arrivals were in. Flights mostly Sundays and Thursdays you see. Four were round the pool table. One very, and I mean, very, colourful gay boy, and three girls. One of the girls was one of the ugliest girls I've ever seen, I almost felt sorry for her, but then again, she did seem happy. Another was just nondescript, not a lot for or against. The last one was kind of fairly pretty, a little over-weight, but not too much. I don't know why, but it sort of registered that she was sexy rather than pretty. You know, the jumper just a little too tight and skirt a little too short. Yet, in a way, it was more than that. Not sure what it was, but the guys noticed, of that there was no doubt.
I left the bar to collect some glasses. On my way back I heard one of the group comment that she'd never reach her shot without a rest. Now I love my game of pool, so I turned to check out the shot. The girl, the sexy one, was bent half a mile up the table trying to reach. She had one leg high in the air, her other foot, barely touching the ground.
What drew my eyes though, was that her short skirt was riding up way over her ass. Two plump but totally gorgeous bum cheeks on view. More than that was the thong jammed tight up her crevice. As she wiggled her hips a little more onto the table, I actually saw her ass hole several times. I almost dropped the bloody glasses. Fuck! It did look sexy. I saw the gay boy give me a glance and a small knowing smile, so I shot back behind my bar. As I bent to load the dishwasher, I looked over the top of the counter. She was bending over the pool table again, and although I was now a bit further away than before, once again the thong was really grabbing my attention.
With a bit of a start, I felt myself flush, "Shit! Ange, you're checking out a girls ass and knickers, What's the fuckin' matter with you?"
The game finished and the show was over. They came and sat at the bar, asked about the entertainment, swimming pool hours and so on. Then with a cheery "See you later," of they went.
...
We had a great evening, Mike totally rocked the bar, the punters spent a fortune, while we girls on the bar worked our asses off.
Sexy came up to the bar, "What time does the bar close, Ange?"
"No special time, when Mike feels like it, but he shuts the doors at one AM."
I could see that Sexy was three parts pissed, looking at my sort of cross-eyed, with her tits resting on the bar top.
"Did you like the show earlier? Toby told me that you were taking a good look at my ass."
I was thrown, I hadn't expected that one. "Your ass? No, I was watching you take the shot, it was a difficult one." I stammered.
"Yeah, alright, pull the other one. Anyway, I don't mind, you can check out my ass any time you like. That's why I like my skirt short." She started to walk away. but then turned back, "What about my thong Ange, nice or what a?" Then she was gone, with an exaggerated wiggle.
"Shit" I felt my pussy tingle, I don't believe it! I'm getting wet for a fuckin' girl, this can't be happening. But somehow it was. I thought that she was most likely only teasing.
A couple of days later, another busy day, the pool nicely packed, ice creams going a bomb, everyone having a good time, I was pleased, best move I'd ever made coming to work here.
Sexy walked in, I saw her right away, well, you would. Her bikini was almost non-existent. All straps and just three tiny patches. Two over her nipples, the other trying to cover her pussy, and almost not doing it. My jaw dropped. Fuck! She looked good. I dragged my eyes away before she clocked me staring.
